What is Luck? Is it to find the right opportunity to fight back, or is there a rescuer?

At this time, Mo Zhiyu suddenly remembered Li'er, who ran for her life in the first place. Thinking of this, Mo Zhiyu suddenly had a bold idea, he wanted to try the bottom line of this illusion.

Then Mo Zhiyu really smiled coldly like an outlaw who had just come out of the gladiatorial arena, and said menacingly: "My freedom was bought by me with my life!" He pointed to the corpse of the third prince, "If he wants my life, he will exchange it for his life!" ”

Mo Zhiyu's approach is undoubtedly a blasphemy against the third prince in front of the lord of the Qin Family Fort, and it is also a mockery of the Qin family. Because in this era, the lives of the children of the family cannot be compared with the lives of the grassroots such as Mo Zhiyu and Chen Yun, but Mo Zhiyu wants to exchange one life for another.

"Good!" The lord of Qinjiabao immediately became ruthless and said angrily, "Since you want to change, you have to use two lives to resist!" Saying that, the momentum of the castle lord of Qinjiabao was even greater, almost with a sense of oppression pressing on Mo Zhiyu and Chen Yun, pressing the blood of the two of them.

This is a manifestation of a huge internal force, which is enough to be equal to the coercion in the early stage of the Phantom Yuan Realm, and it is a pressure that the current Mo Zhi and Chen Yun cannot withstand!

Even so, Mo Zhiyu still stood firm. Chen Yun was the same, he held the remnant sword in his hand, and his eyes, which were originally calm and quiet like a pool of stagnant water, finally showed their sharpness.

At the same time that the Lord of Qinjiabao made another move, Mo Zhiyu and Chen Yun also shouted, and each used all the strength they could use now to rush towards the Lord of Qinjiabao Fort.

"Boom!"

A loud bang exploded on the long street, and it was a contest between two great forces. But there are no miracles and no turns. Mo Zhiyu and Chen Yun were shaken away like two kites with broken strings, and they made a long arc in the air, slammed to the ground, smashed the bluestone slabs on the ground, and then drew several meters backwards, and finally curled up on the ground like a dead shrimp.

As a result of such a fight, their inner chambers were shattered and their ribs were broken, and even the fleshy skin of some parts of their bodies was already a trivial matter compared to this.

The momentum of the Qinjiabao Fort Lord was finally withdrawn after this battle, and he silently looked ahead, this long street was so quiet at this moment, it seemed that all eyes were focused on the two "dead shrimps". They watched as they froze, and they watched as more blood came out with every movement they made.

Some of the gray-clothed people couldn't help but think that instead of dying like this, it would be better to be killed by Mo Zhiyu with a sword like just now.

The face of the castle lord of Qinjiabao did not show relief after venting his anger, he was expressionless, and walked towards Mo Zhiyu and Chen Yun, the momentum on his body gradually gathered again with the accumulation of footsteps, as if there was a second blow!

Mo Zhiyu sensed the movement of the Qinjiabao Castle Lord, and his soul power was still strong enough, so his current injuries were not enough to consume his divine sense. Therefore, he clearly perceived the changes in the lord of Qinjiabao, this man's anger was one after another, and he would definitely avenge his son by the most cruel means.

So Mo Zhiyu squirmed with difficulty, and he had to squirm. He has already tried the bottom line of this illusion, and he has not recovered his original strength until now, so he can only say to this illusion with admiration: "Awesome!" "So he can't try again, and if he tries again, he'll have to play big!

While he was wriggling, he also saw Chenyun wriggling. After all, Chen Yun is a person with the aura of the protagonist, and his physical endurance is much better than that of the moon pupil. But Mo Zhiyu saw that Chen Yun didn't run away, on the contrary, Chen Yun actually moved slowly with one hand holding the remnant sword, blocking in front of Mo Zhiyu, completely bearing the coercion of the lord of Qinjiabao.

"No......" Mo Zhiyu tried to stop Chen Yun, but his throat had already been hit hard along with his lungs from the previous blow. It was only a slight opening of his mouth, and the rest of his voice was swallowed up by blood. He vomited out a mouthful of blood, and saw Chen Yun really stand up.

This tall, thin back suddenly became so powerful.

"Life and death depend on each other, life is entrusted", Chen Yun can do this for Mo Zhiyu, a person who has only met on the first day. At this moment, Mo Zhiyu finally understood why Yuetong and Chenyun would become brothers who won the world together. They became legends of the world, and they did not like most legends, in the end, for the sake of desire, but added to each other.

Because, compared to desire, life is more real. And on this evening, before the sunset, in this blood-stained street, they had already entrusted their lives to each other.

Mo Zhiyu clenched his fists tightly, desperately urging the "Chaos Domineering Qi", because, even in the illusion realm, he couldn't bear to see Chen Yun die like this!

"Ahhhh Mo Zhiyu let out a final roar with his crippled throat, and the blood veins in the body of the moon pupil were forcibly stimulated by him, the molten blood in his body was flowing rapidly, and the internal organs in his body were rapidly recovering.

But too slow, still too slow!

He saw Chen Yun raise the remnant sword, and even saw the lord of Qinjiabao swing his palm. The palm speed is much faster than the sword speed, and the palm strength is much heavier than the sword qi. This is a duel without suspense, but it is the last decisive battle of the teenager.

"Yaaaaaa Mo Zhiyu finally got up from the ground, and the rapid movement rubbed against the bones of his body. He limped in the direction of Chenyun, even if this speed was still as slow as a turtle for the current situation.

But he has to be fast, he has to be fast. Even in this illusion, he still has to keep the real course of history!

"Hulalala!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose and directly overturned Mo Zhiyu again, making all his efforts just now in vain. He glared ahead unwillingly, but saw an extra figure between Chen Yun and the lord of Qinjiabao.

"Whew~"

At the end of the raging wind, Mo Zhiyu saw that the figure was like a dancer with long sleeves, and he turned around in a graceful posture, but he repelled the lord of Qinjiabao and Chen Yun at the same time.

Chen Yun was already at the end of his crossbow in the struggle just now, and now he was thrown by this dancer like this, and he fell back to the ground on the spot, and it was difficult to stand up again. Mo Zhiyu immediately supported the ground with a slightly intact hand and moved towards Chenyun's side. He didn't know if the reappeared person was friend or foe, but he had to rush to Tatsuyun's side.

But, sure enough, someone was faster than him!

(End of chapter)